Centenary Poem Poem by John Carter Brown

When the call came to stand and fight
no soul refused, no, none took flight;
The ask alone, the rallying-call,
the echo: 'England shall not fall.'

To guard their King and country's lands
countless souls, with willing hands,
full knowing what the game was for,
arose to tug the rope of war.
To stand upon the hills of hope,
to keenly eye and fix the scope,
To battle-dress, to march, and then...
to crush the Kaiser and his men.

The war prevailed four years or more,
life strewn across the killing floor;
Foe on foe, and death on death,
as half of Europe held it's breath.
But evil never conquered love,
and in his mercy, God above
decreed an end to all the fight,
Standing by the just and right.

England and her allies, all
remembered in the hallowed hall,
Stood victorious, sound and free.
They gave themselves for you and me.

(Written Jan 2014)